The Groupie getting dropped home #3
She seems upset, but she has one more kindness to show best friends Dad
They drove back to her house in silence. Jess, who had been so talkative, looked out of the window, biting her thumbnail and watching the lights of closed shops, street lamps, and the occasional passing car.
Ian watched the road ahead and gripped the wheel. His mind was mixed with relief and the edges of guilt. She was too quiet. If she just spoke, he could rid himself of all these guilts; he’d be happy it had all gone the way she wanted.
Ten minutes ago, he had been fucking and cumming in young Jess’s ass. He had held her tightly to the floor, in the gravelly grass by the side of the road, and fucked her cunt, then fucked her ass. He had, as she put it, hate fucked her, and it had felt good. She had enjoyed it too, he knew that. She had wound him up specifically to fuck her hard.
To say he hated Jess would be utterly wrong; he had always thought she was cool, and the last few months, he had started to fancy her madly. In fact, she was the only thing he jerked himself off to now. So getting to fuck his daughter’s best friend was a relief, but was it right?
